Died with resentment
Bai Chen’s eyes turned from the old man Feng Dong to the blonde-haired foreigner, Furres.
Of course, he understood what Furres had said, even though it was in English.
It was thanks to his low-grade English skill, which had given him this ability. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Bai Chen to interpret what Furres had said.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is I’m here to kill all of you!”
Bai Chen’s facial expression was cold, almost expressionless. He stood still with the gun with the silencer in his hand. The gun was pointed at Furres. He was ready to shoot at any time.
“C... Calm down. Can’t we just talk it out? I don’t think we have anything against each other, right?” Furres’s voice trembled a little. His face went white. He was holding his bloody wrist with his other hand.
His wrist continued to bleed, even though the amount of blood was not much.